i see an iced cappuccino in your past

4. The record is 4. 4 shiny butterfly stickers are all I can stick to Katie's forehead before she rolls over. Possibly the fact that I have to place them on her head and then poke them to ensure maximum stickiness had something to do with the fact that after 4, she got irritated, half woke up and rolled over. So, I sit here, on my bed, next to Sleeping Beauty, and contemplate why the heck I got a Peppermint Mocha at 10:30 pm last night and downed it in 5 minutes. Not my most shining moment, I'm afraid, as I sit here like an insomniac, watching the minutes go slowly by. I want Katie to be awake with me, even though I know she's tired, thus my half-hearted effort to stick little plastic objects on her face. That way, if she wakes up, it's not my fault, it was the butterflies. Alas, sanity kicks in and I let her sleep.

I think the other enemy to my blissful slumber would be the fact that I have a mid-term in sign language and the MRI for me knee; both today. Thoughts of the alphabet and needles go dancing through my head, so the Sandman skips over me and gives my sleep to Katie. Also, my Internet is being retarded and although the blue glow from my computer is a welcome friend to me, I'm pretty sure me clacking away on the keys might wake up Snow White here. So I'm writing it on paper and I'll type it out later. (Which you're now reading) Vents my frustrations and gives me something to do.

Why am I saying all this? I'm nervous and freaked out and possibly worried about the craziness that is today. I read my Bible and found some comfort in knowing God is my Shelter and Strength and He never sleeps either, but it hasn't quite stopped the butterflies from fluttering around my stomach as well. So if you read this, send a little prayer my way.